Ashes
Sifting ashes from a brass urn
They fall from my fingertips
As the last goodbye falls from my lips
Tears draining from a well within
I never knew i had
Ashes that do your smile injustice
Ashes that can never again be kissed
I set you free from the mountaintop
Your last wish sails away in the mountians mist,
My lover, my best friend.
The better half of my heart
Forever missed.
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2012
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